There are strands of perfection
We strive to complete as a whole.
Encased in shells of imperfection.
It is a difficult journey.
...
In from the silent winds of timelessness,
In from thicket of cloud and stalks of rain,
The lone seagull came.
In there world they have no law,
...
I can only feel for those who have passed your window
And have never seen you reaching with silent hands.
Or those who have felt your breath on their neck
Only to turn to a void thinking a ghost has passed.
...
You look at me and within me
I look at you and within you.
I see beyond your beauty.
You see beyond my sadness.
...
From outside this misjudged distance a foot fall far from perfect
Shows that I am clearly stranded here.
I can only surmise your image cascading from outside,
As a road of two junctions.
...
working as an optician in Dublin, , , , writing poetry since i was 12 and also short stories, , , , , painting in oils is a passion, , , have had nothing published, , ,)
The Living Tree
There are strands of perfection
We strive to complete as a whole.
Encased in shells of imperfection.
It is a difficult journey.
With a clear view to the misty veiled mountains
We bleed from our hands
Nailed firmly to the wood
Of living trees.
Hanging naked
You see a crippled figure
Whose mind's soars beyond the universe.
Balanced on a tightrope
Cleverly shielded from the breeze
You move to me
And raise my head,
Examine my wounds,
Remove me from the living tree.
A body dead.
And retrace your steps
To solid ground
You lay me down.
For one perfect moment
The embrace is pure
And unfaulted.
For without fear you lay with me
As the living tree now dies
To the eternal.
the love, the sadness, the longing, the inevitable - so many emotions, so beautifully pictured in words, simple wording that brings it all to life x
some of the most beautiful words - the feeling that comes out each time they are read. a most amazing soul. thank you for sharing the wonderment of it all. you are a beautiful writer x